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SPENCER'S  BOSTON  THEATRE No.  CXIV. 


THE 


WARLOCK    OF    THE    GLEN, 

IN    TWO    ACTS. 

WRITTEN    BY 

C.    E.    WALKEE,    ESQ., 

ADTHOR  OP 
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O/^  |/**IVERSn  Y  OF  CALIFOILMA 

'^02  SANTA  BARBARA 


THE    WARLOCK    OF    THE     GLEN 


ACT  I. 

Scene  I.  —  A  Narrow  Creek  of  the  Sea,  4  Q.  Fisherma7is  hut,  2  E. 
R.  H.,  n.  practical ;  set  waters  and  ground  pieces  cross  in  front ;  set 
return  rock,  E.  H.  3  e.,  xcith  platform  ;  set  return  rock  with  platform 
on  L.  H. ;  fishermen  discovered  hanging  tip  nets  on  hut,  R.  H. 

Chorus. 

Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  strife, 

We  fishers  lead  a  merry  life  ; 

Though  coarse  our  fare,  though  hard  our  toil, 

No  cares  intrude  our  peace  to  spoil. 

Contentment  in  each  face  aj^pears, 

Contentment  every  bofom  cheers  ; 

Then  sing,  boys,  sing  —  sing  hey  down  derry ; 

O,  a  fisherman's  life  is  merry  ! 

(^Boat  appears  from  r.  h.  to  c.  ;  fishermen  exeunt,  R.  a7id  l.,  whilst  Ax- 
drew,  tvho  has  been  engaged  in  drawing  xtp  nets  loith  Davie,  paddles  to 
shore. ) 

And.  Nae  luck,  nuc  luck,  Davie,  this  cast;  and  sae  we'll  e'en 
gie  ower,  and  haul  up  the  auld  cable  to  land.  (fU  leaps  out,  hauls  the 
boat  to  land,  and  assists  Davie  to  hang  up  the  nets.)  Past  one  o'  the 
cl(K-k,  and  the  lovers  na'  returned  frac  the  kirk.  Aweel,  they'll  be 
here  anon  ;  for  ye  ken  we  arc  to  have  a  wee  bit  of  junketting  and 
merry-making  upon  the  occasion.  Aha,  Davie !  it  does  a  body 
muckle  gude  to  see  the  winsome  bairns  frolicking  around  ye,  in  aw  the 
sunshine  of  youth  and  innocence.  Ye  ken,  nion,  our  days  are  ower; 
lang  sync,  indeed,  there  was  never  a  Highlander  in  aw  tlic  bonny  set 
o'  ihcm  would  hae  surpassed  Andrew  Mucklcstane.  Aweel,  I  maun 
to  gang  wash  a  wee  bit.  Thae  auld  rotten  deals,  like  their  master, 
are  somewhat  warped  wi'  the  wind  and  the  sea,  and  maun  be  re- 
paired o'  necessity  again  the  evening  tide.  There,  ye  may  take  the 
rest  o'  the  tackle  wi'  ye  :  'twill  dry  well  enough  within.  (/i'xtY  Davie 
into  the  hut,  2  E.  R.  ii.  Andrew  takes  a  hammer  and  busies  himself 
repairing  the  boat,  at  the  same  time  humming  a  Scotch  ballad,') 

(3) 


4  THE    WAKLOCK    OF    THE    OLEX.  [ACX    I. 

O  thou  —  whatever  title  suit  thee, 
Auld  Satan,  Horuie,  Nick,  or  Clootie, 
"SVha  in  yon  cavern,  grim  and  sooty, 

Cloud  under  hatches ; 
Spanges  about  the  brimstone  cootie, 

To  scaud  poor  -vvratchcs. 

(T^c  Warlock,  enters  doicn  platform,  3  e.  l.  n.,  nnperceived.  Ilis 
appearance  bespeaks  the  tnost  abject  poverty ;  his  garments,  composed  of 
tattered  plaids,  arc  carelesslij  throicn  around  him,  his  hair,  long  and  thin, 
falls  over  his  face,  which,  together  with  a  tnatted  beard  and  bushy  eije- 
brotcs,  renders  his  apj^earance  most  terrifc ;  he  advances  toioards  Ax- 
DKEW,  and,  leaning  on  a  long  staff,  gazes  attentively  at  him ;  Axdrew, 
■unconscious  of  being  observed,  continues  his  icork  and  his  sojig,  till,  ac- 
cidentally turning  rou7id,  he  sees  the  "Warlock  bending  over  him,  and 
starts  back.)  Nay,  sure!  —  yes,  but  it  is.  Why,  Mattie,  how  the 
dc'il  —     What  docs  your  coming  hither  portend  ? 

War.     (l.  c.)     Woe  to  the  house  of  Glencaim  ! 

And.  Mair's  the  pity.  For  d'ye  ken  what  a  heavy  dispensation's 
hanging  ower  the  house  already  ? 

War.  I  do.  The  Laird  Clanronald  usurps  the  birthright  of  his 
infant  nephew,  and,  to  secure  it,  wooes  his  brother's  widow. 

And.  Ah,  puir  leddy  !  it's  a  sair  change  wi'  her  nowadays ;  she 
niver  held  up  the  head  o'  her  sin'  her  laird's  departure  for  the  wars, 
where  he  fell  among  the  slain. 

War.  He  fell  not  in  the  wars,  but  by  the  assassin's  steel  on  his 
return. 

And.  True,  it  was  sac  whispered  ;  but  nobody  knew  when  or 
where :  sure  enough  there  weir  nae  witness. 

liar.     There  was  a  witness !  —  I  myself  beheld  the  deed  ! 

And.  You  !  —  You  a  witness  !  —  O,  my  conscience,  Mattie,  I  be- 
lieve ye  ha'  to  do  wi'  Satan.  Indeed,  folks  do  say,  ye  have  mair 
dealings  wi'  him  than  mere  words  —  else  how  for  do  ye  come  by  that 
siller,  which  o'  times  ye  are  sac  lavish  wi'  ?  Aweel,  it's  nae  affair  o' 
mine ;  only  ye'U  do  me  the  justice  to  say  I  niver  received  ony  o'  it ; 
for  ye  ken  I  minded  the  auld  proverb  which  saith,  "  What's  got  ower 
the  devil's  back,  is  spent  under  his  belly."  (^Crosses  to  R,  h.  corner ; 
a  distant  strain  of  music  is  heard,  v.  E.  L.  H.,  tcith  marriage  bells, 
i<c.  ;  the  Warlock  starts,  and  is  going,  l.  h.)  How  now,  Mattie  ? 
Whither  awa  r  — It's  nae  but  the  chiels  returning  fra'  the  wedding. 

War.  Then  must  I  not  be  seen.  ^ly  business  is  with  you  alone. 
Come  hither  !  (^Beckoning  him  authoritatively.)  You  must  promise  — 
nay,  swear  —  to  meet  me  to-night  upon  the  moor,  by  the  ruins  of  the 
abbey,  as  the  castle  clock  shall  toll  the  hour  of  twelve. 

And.  Meet  you  on  the  muir !  —  Mercy  o'  me,  I'd  as  soon  think 
of  meeting  auld  Nick  !  for  ye  ken  that  said  twelve  o'  the  clock,  in- 
asmuch as  it  is  midnight,  is  an  awfu'  time  to  meet  sic  a  gaburlunzie  as 
the  likes  o'  you  ;  and  particularly  when  a  third,  and  far  less  agreeable 
companion  than  yourself,  Mattie  —  I  speak  in  respect  of  Satan  — 
might  pop  upon  us  and  claun  acquaintanceship. 

War.     (^In  a  commanding  tone.)     Then  mark  my  words,  for  surely 


SCENE    I.J  THE    WARLOCK    OF   THE    GLEN.  6 

as  I  speak,  shall  it  befall  you  !  — Ne'er  shall  you  know  an  hour  of 
peace  ;  your  boats  shall  be  ^\Teeked  ;  your  house,  and  all  that  it  con- 
tains, burned  to  the  ground ;  yourself,  reduced  to  beggary,  Avander 
an  outcast  from  your  native  land,  and  call  on  death  in  vain  to  ease 
your  pangs,  if  you  obey  not  my  injunctions.  Mark  me  !  I've  said  it, 
and  I've  sworn  it  !  — I,  Matthew  of  the  Glen,  that  ne'er  was  known 
to  break  my  word  ! 

And.  riaud  your  clavers,  for  the  love  o'  gudeness,  Mattie.  You 
terrify  me.  Yet,  what  for  should  I  fear  r  The  de'il  can't  ha'  any 
reasonable  claim  upon  me  ;  and  as  to  his  imps,  and  the  likes  o'  them, 
I'm  sure  sma'  pleasure  can  it  gie  to  skelp  and  warry  a  puir  man  lilie 
me  :  therefore  I'll  meet  you. 

War.     Swear ! 

And.  {Proudly.')  I've  said  it  —  ye  hae  my  word  —  a  Highlander's 
word — be  satisfied.  {Exit  into  hut,  n.  h.  2  e.) 

War.  Enough — I'll  trust  you.  {Music,  agitato,  8  bars;  he 
then  ascends  the  rock,  E.  H.  ;  leaving  his  staff,  disappears,  R.  H.  3  E.  ; 
lively  Scotch  music.) 

Enter  Highland  lads  and  lasses,  decorated  xoith  favors,  over  platform, 
3  e.  l.  k.,  dancing,  preceding  Sandie  and  Marlan.  Reenter  An- 
drew ^rom  hut,  R.  H.  2.  E.  —  Crosses  to  c. 

Chorus. 

Gayly,  sweetly  breathe  the  flute, 

'lip  it  lightly  o'er  the  ground  ; 
Strike  the  tabor,  sound  the  lute. 

Dance  a  merry,  merry  round. 
Hail  the  bridegroom,  hail  the  fau-, 
Hail  the  happy  wedded  pair. 

Mar.     But  if,  false,  you  should  deceive  me, 

Think  what  anguish  would  be  mine ; 
.S'a)i.     I'll  be  ever  true,  believe  me, 
Ever  constant,  ever  thine. 
Hail  the  bridegroom,  hail  the  fair, 
Hail  the  happy  wedded  pair. 

San.  (L.  c.)  Well,  here  we  arc.  Master  Mucklcstane,  fast  as  the  kirk 
can  make  us  ;  as  happy  and  handsome  a  couple  as  ever  plighted  faith. 

And.  (c.)  Aha,  my  bonny  bairn,  gie  yc  joy !  {Shaking  his 
hand.)  By  your  leave,  bonny  lassie.  {Saluting  her.)  Welcome, 
chiels,  welcome.  But  ye  dinna  ken  what  an  unco  strange  visitor  I 
hae  had ;  nae  less  a  personage  than  <'  Mat  o'  the  Glen  !  " 

All.     "  Mat  o'  the  Glen!  " 

San.  Has  that  awful  gaberlunzie  appeared  again  ?  For  certain, 
his  coming  bodea  no  good. 

And,     O'  my  conscience,  ye  may  wecl  say  sae.     But  yc'U  be  the 

mair  surprised  when  I  tell  ye  ho  appointed  me  to  be {At  this 

inoment  the  Warlock,  xorapped  in  a  largo  cloak,  who  had  mingled  with 
1  * 


6  THE    WAULOCK    OF    THE    GLEX.  [ACT  1. 

the  thrnnrj  on  entrance,  comes  down,  R.  H.,  crosses  Andrew,  exclaiming^ 
"  f<iUnl  !  "  and  disappears,  2  E.  L.  H.,  unobserved  by  the  rest.)  When 
he  appointed  me  to  be  —  "silent."  {Terrified.)  It  wa' himself. 
Wha  but  him  !  wha  but  him  I 

San.     But  who,  Andrew  ■ 

And.     The  —  the  —  de'il,  I  believe  ;  and  now  it's  out.     (All  laugh.) 

Siiii.  A\'hy,  the  man  looks  for  all  the  world  as  though  he  had  seen 
a  bogle. 

And.     Whisht !  —  hae  a  care  o'  yoursel  —  he's  within  hearing. 

.S'.<)i.     He  !  —  Whom  do  you  mean  ? 

And.  {Recovering  himself.)  O,  nacbody,  nacbody  —  I  was  but 
communing  wi'  mysel.  But  come,  ye  dinna  forget  the  dance,  sirs  ! 
The  music,  there  !  the  music  !  —  Strilce  up,  Donald,  and  foot  it 
lightly.  (Music,  Scotch  reel.  Towards  tlie  conclusion  t/ie  Countess 
Adela  screams  icithout,  3  E.  L.  ii.,  and  enters,  bearing  her  child  in  her 
arms,  descends  the  rock,  3  e.  l.  h.,  and  rushes  into  the  midst ;  the 
music  and  dance  pause  abrujHl;/.) 

Cuun.     (c.)     O,  save  me,  save  me  !  —  Protect  my  child  ! 

Mar.  (l.  c.)  "lis  the  Countess  of  Glencairn.  I  know  her  well; 
she,  who,  they  say,  through  grief  for  her  lost  lord,  became  distracted. 

Coun.  Distracted !  O,  credit  not  the  vile  reports  of  sinful  men, 
invented  for  the  Avorst  of  purposes  !  attribute  not  a  mother's  terrors  to 
the  wild  ra\-ings  of  a  disordered  mind.  I  am  not  mad.  This  is  my 
child  I  hold  —  my  child  that  they  would  tear  from  me,  and  murder. 

0  Heaven,  I  am  too  sensible  of  my  unhappy  state ! 

And.  (r.  c.)  Unfortunate  Icddy  I  What  can  we  do  for  ye?  — 
auld  Andrew  speaks  to  ye  —  he  wha  has  ken'd  ye  in  fair  weather 
and  in  foul ;  and  wha  nivcr  wuU  desert  yc  while  tliis  gude  arm  can 
wield  a  claymore. 

Coun.  Men  of  Glencairn,  I  call  upon  you  as  a  mistress  —  as  a 
mother  I  Behold  this  boy,  your  late  revered  master's  son  —  the  right- 
ful heir  of  Glencairn.  I  call  upon  you  to  protect  him  !  —  O  !  save 
him  from  his  unnatural  luiclc,  who,  not  content  with  usurpation, 
would  stamp  his  claims  to  these  dominions  in  blood  —  the  heart's 
blood  of  this  infant. 

And.  Ah,  my  dear  leddy,  an  we  had  as  gude  power  as  we  hae 
gude  will  and  gude  cause;  but  ye  ken  the  laud's  unco  potent,  and, 

1  fear  me,  might  claim  a  right  o'  guardianship  ower  the  bairn  ;  and, 
in  that  case 

Coun.  A  right  of  gxiardianship  !  He  I  — the  usuiper  !  —  Sooner 
would  I  plunge  the  boy  into  the  roaring  tide  —  sooner  consign  him  to 
the  mercy  of  the  waves  than  to  his  savage  uncle's  power.  Andrew, 
you  once  were  foremost  in  zeal  to  the  house  of  Glencairn  ;  then  — 
O,  if  still  you  have  the  heart,  the  courage  to  assist  your  master's  wife, 
exert  it  now.  My  father's  castle  stands  but  three  leagues  hence ; 
coidd  I  reach  it,  the  doors  would  open  to  protect  me.  What  need 
of  words :  Your  fishing  boat  would  be  a  secret  and  secure  convey- 
ance. Will  you  —  O,  will  you  aid  a  fallen  Avretch  like  me,  whose 
means  accord  not  with  her  wishes  to  reward  you  ? 

And,  Reward !  What,  for  an  act  o'  duty  ?  Leddy,  I  hae  but 
little  phrase  wi'  me  ;  but  tliis  I  maun  say,  that  he  wha  will  na'  lend 


SCE>fi!    I.]  THE    AVARLOUK    Ol'    THE    GLEN.  7 

a  helping  hand  to  a  leddy  in  distress  may  Avear  the  form  o'  a  mon, 
but  maun  hae  the  heart  o'  a  demon. 

Coim.     Generous  man  !  accept  a  mother's  thanks. 

And.  Come,  neebors,  disperse  yourscis,  each  to  his  ain  hame,  and 
look  ye  keep  close  counsel  about  what  ye  hae  heard  ;  for,  ye  ken,  it's 
ill  o'  the  vassal's  mouth  that  betrays  the  bread  it  eats. 

San.  (l.  h.)  Never  fear  :  -sve  know  our  duty,  and  will  abide  by 
it.  Come  along,  Marian.  {^Music.  Exeunt  Sandie,  Marian,  and 
2}easants,  over  platform,  3  E.  R.  h.) 

And.  Come,  mj-  pretty  bairn,  and  only  let  me  see  the  stoutest  he 
will  hurt  a  hair  belonging  to  ye,  while  auld  Andrew  can  wag  a  finger 
in  your  defence. 

Reenter  Sandie,  over  platform,  3  e.  l.  h. 

San.     Andrew  !  Maister  Andrew 

And.  How  now  ?  What  the  de'il  ails  ye  ?  Cauna  ye  speak, 
mon  ? 

San.  There  ai-e  two  of  the  lau'd's  black-visaged  gentry  conung 
along  the  beach  :  I  ken  them  from  the  rocks.  —  Should  they  be  in 
pursuit  of  the  countess 

Coun.  {Snatching  her  child.')  O,  yes  !  I  know  them  well  — the 
agents  of  the  fell  Clanronald's  power  !  —  Whither  can  I  fly  ? 

And.  I  hae  it ;  betake  yoursel  to  the  wood,  and  make  your  way 
as  secretly  as  ye  can  to  the  eastern  cliff;  in  an  hour  hence  my  boat 
shall  be  in  readiness.  Sandie  will  be  your  guide  :  ho  knows  the  way 
fu'  wcel. 

San.  Ay,  tlyit  I  do,  uncle ;  and  a  precious  abode  of  unclean 
spirits  it  is.  Eut  never  fear  ;  I'll  bring  you  safely  through,  in  spite 
of  all  the  hobgoblins,  bogles,  and  worriecows  in  Christendom. 

And.  That's  a  bra'e  lad.  Ha  !  they  are  here  !  —  Make  haste,  my 
bonny  leddy,  for  the  love  o'  gudeness  ;  I  will  manage  to  detain 
them.  (^Music.  The  Countess,  attended  by  Sanuie,  hurries  out  with 
the  child,  R.  II.  1  E.,  while  Andrew  appears  as  if  busily  engaged  with 
his  nets,  r.  h.  2  E.) 

Enter  Rtjthven  and  Murdock,  over  platform,  l.  ii.  3  e. 

Ruth.     I  am  certain  she  must  have  passed  this  way. 

Mur.     liCt  us  cjuestion  the  fisherman  ;  he  may  know  something. 

Ruth.  Hollo,  old  fellow  !  (^Going  up,  R.  ii.,  and  slapping  him  on 
the  hack.) 

And.  Fellow !  —  familiar  eneugh  at  first  sight,  mcthinks.  What 
■want  ye  wi'  Andrew  Mucklestane?     (^Comes  forward,  c.) 

Ruth.     (r.  h.)     We  want  a  lady  that 

And.  i  e  want  a  leddy  ;  awecl,  mon,  I  canna  satisfy  ye.  (  Crosses 
to  K.  ir.) 

Mur.  {i>.  II.)  An  unfortunate  maniac,  that  contrived  this  morning 
to  elude  the  vigilance  of  her  keepers. 

And.     (r.  ii.)     Hoot  awa!  that  wa'  niver  a  fault  o'  mine.     What 


8  THE    ^VARLOt•K    OF   THli    ClLEX.  [ACT  I. 

for  do  ye  tax  me,  mon  ?  Ye  dinna  tak'  it  into  your  stupid  heads  that 
I  ha'  run  oft"  wi'  a  lunatic  ? 

Mur.  (L.  11.)  No,  no,  friend ;  but  v>c  suspect  that  you  have 
given  her  concealment.  Answer  ;  have  you  not  seen  such  a  person  as 
■\vc  describe  pass  this  way  ?  Answer,  or  tremble  at  the  consequence. 
Know  you  not  ■whence  we  come  r 

Aiifl.  Ay,  as  wcel  as  I  do  know  where  yc'll  gang  one  day  or 
anither.  But  be  ye  laird  or  loon,  gentle  or  simple,  I'll  just  tell  ye  I'm 
na  minded  to  let  my  tongue  bring  me  into  trouble. 

Mur.  Indeed !  Then  we'll  make  so  bold  as  to  search  your  cot- 
tage. {They  are  proceeding  to  the  hut,  R.  h.  2  e.,  when  Andrew,  seiz- 
ing an  oar,  stations  himself  before  the  door.) 

And.  Ilauld,  aback  I  or,  by  St.  Andrew,  my  respectable  namesake, 
I'll  make  sae  bold  as  to  dismiss  ye —  and  wi'  shirts  fu'  o'  sair  banes 
into  the  bargain. 

Enter  Claxeoxald  and  two  vassals,  over  platform,  L.  H.  3  e. 

Clan.  How  now  !  —  my  officers  threatened  !  Slave,  retire  —  nor 
dare  to  oppose  my  sers'ants  in  the  performance  of  their  duty. 

And.  The  laird  !  —  then  I  maun  yield  to  nccessit}'.  I  ken  my 
distance,  and  never  shall  it  be  said  o'  Andrew  Mucklestanc,  he  forgot 
his  duty  to  the  house  o'  Glencairn.  (lie  retires ;  Clanronald  M>aj;es 
his  hand  to  Huthvex  and  Murdock,  who  enter  the  hut,  R.  H.  2  E., 
foUotced  by  Andrew.) 

Clan.  Confusion !  to  be  thus  baffled  by  a  woman  !  frustrated  in 
all  my  deep-laid  schemes  of  aggrandizement  !  What  boots  it  to  have 
crushed  the  serpent,  if  the  young  adder  still  survive  to  sting  my 
future  peace  ?  Yet  wherefore  should  I  rack  my  'soul  with  fears  ? 
They  cannot  long  escape  me  ;  and  once  more  in  my  power,  some 
means  shall  soon  be  found  to  make  the  lady  mine.  What  though 
she  scorns  my  offers  —  force  sliall  effect  my  purpose. 

Reenter  Kuthven  and  Murdock. y/-(57/i  hut,  R.  ii.  2  e. 

No  welcome  tidings  yet?  —  'tis  very  strange.  Perchance  she  may 
have  sought  the  forest,  as  promising  the  best  concealment.  Follow 
me  instantly  ;  I  swear  never  to  know  a  moment's  rest  till  these  ac- 
cursed fugitives  be  found.     (Exit,  l.  u.  3  ^.,folloiced  by  vassals.) 

Reenter  Andrew //-owi  hict,  R.  u.  2  e. 

And.  Ah,  gang  thy  ways  —  auld  Beelzebub  ^vill  claw  ye  at  last. 
Puir  leddy  !  I  maunna  forget  ye !  na,  na  ;  let  aw  the  warld  desert  ye, 
auld  Andrew  will  stand  by  ye,  sink  or  swim.  (Music.  Leaps  into 
boat,  and  pushes  from  shore.) 


SCENE    II.]  THE    AVAELOCK    OV   THE    GLEK. 


ScEXE  II.  — A  Romantic  Glen,  2  G.,  amid  the  rocks,  in  front  of  which 
is  a  cavern,  L.  h.,  in  flat,  concealed  hy  overhanging  brambles;  bank 
on  E.  H.  c. ;  lights  half  down. 

Enter  Donald  and  Allen,  l.  u.  1  e.,  bearing  a  basket  of  provisions, ■ 
flagon,  S^c. 

Allen.  See,  this  is  the  spot,  and  there  the  cave  where  he  is  sup- 
posed to  dwell  —  so  place  the  provisions  at  the  entrance,  and  awaj'. 
I  would  not  have  him  find  us  loitering  here  for  all  the  good  things  we 
have  broui^ht  to  appease  him.     (Puts  basket  down  on  c.) 

Don.  Tut,  man  !  he  has  no  power  to  harm  honest  folk  like  us  ;  here 
has  he  dwelt  six  long  years,  and  never  injured  mortal  man  that  I  ever 
heard  of.  'Tis  as  well  to  speak  respectfully  of  him,  m  case  he  should 
overhear. 

Alle7i.  Why,  you  won't  pretend  to  deny  that  he  has  dealings  with 
evil  spirits,  brings  blight  upon  the  corn,  and  murrain  among  the  cattle ; 
nay,  and  I'll  warrant  me,  had  a  hand  in  the  death  of  our  good  laird, 
wlio  disappeared  in  such  a  strange  manner,  just  about  the  time  this 
Mattie  was  first  seen. 

Don.  Pooh  —  nonsense  !  don't  believe  a  word  of  it.  For  my 
part,  I  can't  see  what  folks  have  to  fear  in  him  ;  I  dare  swear  he  is  a 
civil-spoken  sort  of  a  body,  after  all. 

Allen.     Hark  !  I  hear  footsteps  —  he's  commg !     Rrm,  run,  fellow  ! 

Don.     {Frightened.)     Coming  !  you  don't  say  so  ! 

Allen.  Why,  you  seem  alarmed :  ho  has  no  power  over  honest 
folks,  you  know: 

Don.  Ay,  very  true;  but  we  are  none  of  us  perfect,  you  know. 
At  any  rate,  I'm  off.  {Music.     Exeunt,  l.  h.  1  e.) 

Enter  Sandie  and  the  Countess,  with  her  child,  1  e.  e.  h. 

San.     Nay,  bear  up,  madam  —  we  must  be  near  the  cliff. 

C'oim.  No  more,  I  can  no  more  :  my  wearied  feet  refuse  their  of- 
fice, and  exhausted  nature  sinks  within  me. 

.San.     Then  sit  a  while  upon  this  bank,  and  recruit  your  strength. 

Coim.  Ilest  here,  my  jirecious  burden.  (Countess  and  child  sit 
on  bank,  E.  h.)  O,  while  you  remain  to  me  I  am  not  wholly 
wretched.  Thou  heir  to  all  thy  father's  loveliness,  mayst  thou  in- 
herit, too,  his  wondrous  virtues. 

Add.     Dear  mother,  I'm  sadly  hungry. 

Sfin.  Say  you  so  ?  {Looking  round.)  Eh!  as  I  live,  a  basket  of 
provisions  and  a  flagon  of  wine.     Egad,  this  is  rare  luck  ! 

Coun.  ^lystcrious  Providence  !  Home  unknown  supplies  our 
wants. 

San.  O,  ay  —  some  unknown  !  Madam,  madam  !  do  not  eat  for 
your  life  !     This  is  the  Warlock's  cave  —  we  had  better  be  gone. 

Coun.  In  sooth,  not  yet.  It  could  be  no  imkind  spirit  has  sent  us 
these.     There,  my  child.     {Giving food.) 


10  THK    WARLOCK    Oi'   THE    GLEN.  [ACT   I. 

Sa>i,  O  madam,  you  don't  kno-vv  their  tricks  ;  -what  if  it  should 
be  poisoned  :  ^Vhy,  odds  life,  you  -won't  cat  r  Ey,  noAV  if  I  dared 
—  there's  nobody  by  —  so  here  goes.  {Si(s  down  on  u.  h.  near  bank, 
niifl  eats.)  I'  faith,  it's  excellent ;  here,  my  little  dear,  take  a  sup  of 
this  —  it  will  -warm  your  little  heart.  AVhat  !  you  won't  ?  Then  I 
will.  (^Dri)i/is.)  Egad,  your  spirits  live  daintily.  Rhenish,  as  I'm  u 
judge. 

Coiai,     Vn-icrc  are  your  fears  now,  Sandic  ? 

l>an.  (Drinkinff.)  Going  —  going  —  gone!  {(urns  the  flagontopsy- 
turvy,)  quite  gone  !  Ey  my  valor,  I  feel  as  bold  as  a  lion.  Let  'em 
come  on  —  a  whole  legion  of  spirits —  damme  if  I  budge. 

Adeh     How  coldly  the  wind  blows  around  us  ! 

Conn.  Say'st  thou,  my  child  ?  —  then,  perchance,  this  cavern  will 
afford  us  shelter.     ( They  cross,  L.  ii.,  towards  the  cave.) 

M'ar.     (  Without,  behind  cave,  L.  F.)     Back  !  back  ! 

San.     (^Star(i)ig  up.)     Heaven  help  us  !     "What  voice  was  that  ? 

Coun.     It  issued  from  the  cavern  ! 

War.  (^Within,  L.  r.)  "Who  dares  disturb  the  solitude  of  the 
Warlock  ? 

San.  The  "Warlock  !  {Trembling.)  O,  dear  !  (),  dear  I  —then  it 
is  all  up  with  us.  [Music.  The  Wahlock  darts  from  the  cave,  L.  v., 
and  starts  at  beholding  the  Countess.) 

War.     Ha  !  a  woman  ! 

Coun.  (r.  h.  c.)  Yes,  and  a  mother.  As  thou  art  human,  let 
that  word  disarm  thee  of  the  power  to  harm  us. 

War.     {To  Saxdie.)     And  who  art  thou  ? 

San.  (k.  "a.,  falling  on  his  knees.)  A  miserable  wretch,  not  worth 
your  notice.     O,  spare  me !  spare  me  !  for  I  am  just  mamcd  ! 

War.     Fly  hence  !  begone  ! 

San.     "With  all  the  pleasure  in  life !     {lie  runs  out,  r.  }I.  1  e.) 

Coun.     "What  may  this  mean  r     Nay,  do  not  tremble  so,  my  child. 

War.  Thy  child  !  thine  I  Ila !  let  me  look  upon  him.  {He 
grasps  the  child  with  fervor.) 

Coun.     O  Heaven  !  what  woidd  you  do  ? 

Adel.     Do  not  fear,  mother  !     I'm  sure  he  will  not  harm  me. 

War.  Harm  you  !  not  for  worlds  ;  or  if  I  did,  it  could  be  but  vnXh 
kindness.,  {Then  relaxing  his  hold.)  There  —  take  him  —  tear  him 
from  me,  while  yet  these  anns  can  loose  their  hold,  or  ray  heart  burst 
in  the  struggle ! 

Coun.     Alas  !  unhappy  man  !  his  wits  are  crazed  ! 

War,  Not  so  !  I  know  thee  well  —  thee  and  thy  sorrows.  Adela 
of  Glencairn,  dangers  beset  you  —  guilt  is  busy  to  confound  you.  But 
fear  not  —  for  I  will  protect  you.  In  the  hour  of  peril,  when  all  other 
earthly  means  have  failed,  call  upon  me  —  I  will  be  near  to  help 
thee.  I,  Matthew  of  the  Glen,  who  never  was  known  to  break  my 
word ! 

Coun.  Thanks,  thanks  I  Come,  my  child,  let  us  proceed.  O, 
surely,  Heaven  will  look  down  with  pity,  and  save  this  innocent  from 
the  fell  grasp  of  his  pursuers  !     Generous  man,  adieu  ! 

(Music.     Exit  with  the  child,  li.  n.  1  E.) 

War.     {Gazing  intently  after  them.)     They  take  the  way  towards 


SCEXE    III. J  THE    WARLOCK    OF    THE    GLEN.  11 

the  cliff.  Now,  1  may  follow  unseen  and  unsuspected.  O  nature  ! 
yet,  yet  a  little ;  bear  me  up  to  raise  the  fallen  and  confound  the 
guilty.  (^Music.     Exit,  l.  h.  1  z.) 


ScEXE  III.  —  View  of  the  Sea  and  Bochy  Shore,  7  g.  On  ii.  h.  4  e. 
a  huge  cliff,  with  jilatform,  lohich  projects  into  the  water ;  set  return 
rock  on  r.  h.  ;  set  return  rock  on  l.  h.  ;  three  rows  set  waters  cross, 
and  ground  jHeces  ;  lights  down.     Music. 

Enter  the  Countess,  leading  her  child,  l.  h.  3  e. 

Coun.  This  is  the  place  !  Cheer  iip,  my  lovely  babe ;  our  toils 
are  passed.  There  stands  the  cliff,  from  whose  dizzy  height  so  oft,  in 
happy  years,  I  have  gazed  upon  the  fearful  deep.  (Looks  toicards  the 
sea.)  It  must  be  past  the  time  Andrew  appointed  —  he  said  an  hour : 
surely  he  meant  not  to  deceive  us  !  Ah,  no  !  I  know  him  well ;  the 
good  old  man  could  never  play  a  faithless  part :  he  will  be  here  anon. 

Buth.     (Without,  V.  T..  I..,  distant.')     Hollo! 

Coun.  What  noise  was  that  ?  (SAe .  listens  fearfully.^  O,  'twas 
but  the  wave  dashing  against  the  shore.  A  mother's  terrors  imagine 
danger  in  every  passing  breeze. 

Ruth.     {Without,  Jj.  n.  V. -E.,  louder.)     Hollo! 

Coun.  Gracious  Heaven  !  surely  that  was  more  than  fancy  !  I 
heard  voices ! 

Clan.     {Without,  L.  H.)     To  the  cliff!  search  among  the  rocks. 

Coun.  O  Heavens  !  my  pursuers  !  {Music.  She  catches  up  the 
child,  and,  staggering  to  rock,  u.  n.,  falls  exhausted  against  it.) 

Enter  Clanroxald,  Ruthven,  and  Murdock,  l.  n.  3  e. 

Clan.  Ha,  madam  !  have  I  discovered  j-ou  ?  Now  tear  the  child 
from  her  embrace.  {She  screams,  and  clings  to  the  infant ;  they  ad- 
vance to  take  it,  when,  at  the  moment,  the  Warlock  ajjpcars  on  the 
cliff,  R.  H.,  and  waves  them  back;  tableau.) 

War.     (R.  H.)     Forbear ! 

Clan.     (l.  u.)     Who  dares  to  dictate  to  Clanronald  ? 

War.     1  dare !     I,  Matthew  of  the  Glen  ! 

Clan.  Insolent !  think  you  the  superstitious  talcs  of  peasants  have 
any  influence  on  mc  ?     Mummery  all  !     llctire,  or  dread  my  anger  ! 

War.  Ha  !  dost  thou  menace,  and  dare  to  doubt  the  power  that  I 
possess  to  awe  the  guilty  ?  Then  mark,  and  let  thy  stubborn  soul 
shrink  in  the  dread  conviction  of  my  truth,  while  I  proclaim  theo 
"fratricide!"  Is  not  thy  nature  satiate  with  blood?  {Thunder.) 
Beware  !  the  wrath  of  Heaven  hangs  over  thee  —  tempt  not  its  ven- 
geance further.  {He  disappears;  Clanronald  remains  jtetrified  for 
a  time,  till,  recovering  his  self-command,  he  exclaims,  in  a  tone  of  deter- 
mined authority,)  — 

Clan.  Why  look  ye  idly  on  ?  Has  that  weird  madman's  words 
made  statues  of  you  r     Seize  the  child,  I  say. 

Coun.     Stand  off  I    approach  me  not!   my  griefs   have  made  me 


12  THE    ■\VAliLOCK    OF    T3IE    GLEX.  [ACT  I. 

desperate  I  Yoii  dare  not  tear  hira  from  mc  !  Dare  not  ?  O,  no  ! 
you  will  not  —  you  could  not  do  it  I  If  'tis  his -wealth  you  covet, 
take  it  all  —  enjoy  it,  if  you  can,  so  you  but  spare  his  life  !  The 
scene  I  have  just  witnessed  shall  never  be  revealed  ;  I  and  my  child 
■will  fly  to  some  distant  land,  and  never  return  to  trouble  you. 

Chin.     How  passing  fair  is  supplicating  woman  ! 

Conn.  (Siariina  indiffnant/ij  fiv>n  t/ie  ffrottnd.)  Ha!  do  you  mock 
my  sufferings  ?  Man,  I  have  borne  much  —  Heaven  truly  knows  how 
much  !  But  paust?  ere  you  inflict  a  wound  beyond  a  mother's  power 
to  endure  !  (]Vit/i  dif/nih/.)  J)arc  to  divide  me  from  my  child,  and 
I  denounce  you  to  the  M"orld  —  a  murderer  ! 

Clan.  These  ai'e  the  frantic  exclamations  of  a  maniac  !  {Seizing 
the  child,  and  throwing  him  to  L.  H.)  There,  fellows,  take  the  boy; 
away  with  him  to  the  castle. 

AdeJ.     O  motlier  !  mother  !  save  me  from  these  wicked  men. 

{Exit  MuRDOCK  7eith  child,  l.  h.  2  e.) 

Conn.  I  come,  my  child !  1  follow  you  !  {Endeavors  to  pass 
Clanroxald  ;  she  is  overcome  by  detpair,  and  falls  exhausted ;  Clan- 
ROXALD  raises  her;  the  Couxtess,  recovering,  endeavors  feebly  to 
escape.) 

Clan.     Nay,  lady,  your  efforts  are  in  vain. 

Coun.  Off,  monster  ! — murderer!  Let  me  pass.  {Looking  round, 
she  misses  the  boy,  and  gives  a  loud  scream.)  My  child  !  —  Gone  !  — 
forever  gone  !  —  (),  horrible  !  My  husband  —  and  my  infant,  too  — 
both  dead  !  —  murdered  by  thy  bloody  hand  !  —  But  there's  a  way 
left  yet !  Thus  I  escape  I'rom  you  !  {Music.  She  breaks  from  his 
hold,  and  7'ushes  out,  n.  h.  2  e.,  folloioed  by  Ruthvex  ;  she  reappears 
vpon  the  cliff,  R.  H.  4  E.,  and  2}lunges  into  the  water.  At  this  moment 
AxDREAv  is  seen  in  his  fishing  boat,  making  toivards  the  cliff,  from  L.  h. 
4  E.  ;   Waki.ock  enters  from  R.  h.  4  e.) 


TABLEAU. 


Warlock, 
on  cliff',  R.  II.  4  E. 


Boat,  with 
AxDREW  a7id  Couxtess. 

Ceaxronald. 
Quick  drop. 


END    of   act   I. 


SCENE    I.]  THE    WARLOCK    OF    THE    GLEN.  IS 


ACT    II. 

Scene  I.  —  Interior  of  a  Cottage,  2  G.  Table  set  for  supper  on  L.  c.  ; 
lamp  on  table;  one  rustic  chair  on  E.  c. ;  three  stools  on  l.  ;  d.  f.  c, 
practical,  backed  by  dark  wood ;  thunder,  lightiiing,  and  rain. 

SA>fDiE,  Marian,  and  Matjse  discovered  at  shipper  table  on  l.  h. 
Glee. 

Mar.  Hark ! 

San.  Hark ! 

Mar.     The  wind,  with  sullen  roar, 

Resounds  along  the  troubled  shore. 
All.  O,  'tis  a  fearful  night  ! 

San,      And  now  the  thunder  rends  the  air. 

And  flickering  lightnings  Hame  and  flare. 
All.      A  hideous,  horrid  sight. 
Mar.  Hear  ! 

San.  Hear  ! 

Was  ever  such  a  dreadful  din  ? 

The  storm  will  beat  the  casement  in. 
San.  and  Mar.     Good  mother,  do  not  fear  ; 

The  casement's  strong,  the  door  is  fast ; 

Its  strength  defies  the  blast ; 

Good  mother,  do  not  fear.      (  Thunder  and  lightning.') 

Mail.  Mercy  on  us,  what  a  night  is  this  !  it  blows,  rains,  thunders, 
and  lightens  enough  to  blow  in  the  casement.  Heaven  help  the  poor 
countess ! 

San.  Ah,  I'll  warrant  me  you  may  spare  your  prayers,  good 
mother  !  —  by  this  time  she's  past  all  earthly  help.  Why,  to  judge 
by  his  looks,  "Mat  o'  the  Glen"  wouldn't  make  above  a  meal  of 
her  ! 

Mau.     The  voracious  cormorant ! 

Mar.     Why,  you  don't  think  he  devoured  her,  Sandie? 

San.  Ah,  that  did  he,  I'll  be  bound  for  him.  It  wasn't  for  noth- 
ing he  sent  me  out  of  the  way. 

Man.  Depend  upon  it,  children,  this  is  an  awful  season  ;  have  1 
not  heard  creaking  noises  all  night  r  and  the  owl  screech,  and  the 
raven  croak  r  and  sic  like  unnatural  bodemcnts  ?  "isly  life  on't,  the 
devil  is  going  his  rounds.  Heaven  shield  us  from  his  unwholesome 
clutch  ! 

Mar.  But  go  on,  good  mother  —  you  were  tclUng  us  of  the  poor 
Laird  of  (ilencairn. 

Man.  Very  true.  {They  sit.)  Ay,  it's  just  now  six  years  agone, 
last  Candlemas,  that  ho  took  leave  of  his  lady,  and  left  his  home  for 
the  wars,  whence,  poor  man,  he  was  never  fated  to  return. 

Mar.     And  what  is  it  supposed  became  of  him  r 

Mau.  O,  vou  may  well  ask  ;  but  nobody  can  answer  that.  It  was 
2 


14  THE    -WAULOCK    OF   THE  GLEX.  [ACT    II. 

given  out,  indeed,  he  fell  in  the  field  of  battle,  -vvliile  some  go  so  far  as 
to  say  he  -was  privately  set  upon  and  murdered. 

Mar.     Murdered ! 

Sati.     And  was  it  not  suspceted  that 

Mail.  AVhisht !  My  bairn,  speak  lower,  for  walls  have  ears  now- 
adays.    True,  it  was  suspected  that   the  present  laird {A  loud 

clap  of  thunder.)     Mercy  on  us  !  what  a  hui-ly-b\uly  was  there  ! 

And.     ( Without,  B.  r.)     Hollo  ! 

tian.     Hush  !     Didn't  I  hear  a  voice  ? 

Mau.     Listen ! 

San.  No  :  it  must  have  been  the  thunder  as  it  died  away.  Go  on, 
good  mother.  (  The  cottage  door  is  shalcen.)  Again  !  {All  frightened.) 
AVhat  can  it  be  ? 

Mar.  A  gust  of  wind  that  shook  the  old  oaken  door  —  that's  all. 
{T/ieij  sit  down,  and  draxo  their  stooh  closer  to  one  another.) 

Mau.     Well,  as  I  was  saying,  the  murdered  laird (-4  violent 

thumping  at  the  door,  accompanied  with  thunder  and  lightning .)  O,  it's 
his  ghost !  —  it's  his  ghost  !  I  saw  the  old  picture  that  hangs  over 
the  chimney  shake ;  and  that's  a  sure  bodement.  O,  I  shall  faint  !  — 
I  know  I  shall  ! 

And.     {Without.)     Open  the  door  I 

San.  Ah !  you  may  hollo  till  you  are  hoarse ;  you'll  find  no  en- 
trance here,  unless  it's  tlirough  the  keyhole.  (  The  door  is  burst  open, 
with  a  hud  crash,  and  Andrew  enters  door  in  fat,  c,  bearing  the 
Countess  ;  all  scream.) 

Mar,     'Tis  my  uncle  !  —  'tis  Andrew ! 

Sati.     {Recovering.)     Good  faith,  so  it  is.  —  A  woman  too  ! 

And.  Ay,  a  woman  !  —  it"s  nae  the  first  I  hae  had  in  my  arms, 
that  let  me  tell  ye.     Gie  us  a  chair,  vrall  ye  ?     {They  give  him  a  chair 

—  he  places  the  Vovstess  upon  it.) 

Mar.     Heavens  !  — the  countess  !  —  and  dripping  wet  ! 

And.  Aweel,  lassie,  ye' 11  nae  be  fashed  o'  that  neither,  when  I  tell 
ye  she's  but  just  emerged  frae  the  sea. 

Mau.     Pray  tell  us  !  —  I  long  to  hear  how  it  all  came  about. 

And.  Dinna  ye  ask,  woman —  dinna  ye  ask  ;  but  I  fear  she  was 
flying  frae  cruel,  wicked  men. 

San.     O  Mattie  !  Mattie  !  this  is  your  handy  work  ! 

Mar.     Then  where  is  the  child  ? 

And.  The  child  !  {He  starts  and  appears  violently  agitated.)  Did 
you  say  the  child  :  (  With  a  look  of  frenzy  he  clasps  his  hands  together, 
exclaiming,)  Gone !  lost  and  gone  !  —  I  hae  left  him  struggling  in 
the  waves  !  {He  throics  himself  on  a  stool,  leans  his  head  on  the  table, 
and  appears  overcome  with  grief ;  they  go  tip  to  him.) 

Mar.     {Crosses  to  him.)     Andrew  !  dear  uncle  !  be  pacified. 

And.  {Repel'ing.)  Be  quiet,  will  ye  r  —  be  quiet.  —  I  tell  ye  I 
hae  murdered  him  !  I  loved  him  better  than  my  ain  heart's  bluid, 
and  I  hae  murdered  him  ! 

Mar.     Do  not  take  on  so —  do  not  think  of  it  ! 

And.  Nae  think  o'  it?  But  I  maun  think  o'  it.  What  can  I  tell 
his  mither  when  she  comes  to  hcrscl,  and  asks  me  for  her  bairn  ?     How 

—  how  can  I  answer  her  ?     O,  this  auld  heart,  that  hae  weathered  out 


SCENli    I.j  THE    ■\VAKLOCK    OP    THE    GLEX.  1.5 

sae  mony  a  gale,  maun  find  this  tug  too  much  !  Yet  what  for  do  1 
stand  clavering  here  ?     I'll  seek  for  him,  gin   he  war  fifty   fathom 

deep;  I'll  pluck  him  frae  the  waves,  and (He  is  rushinrj  out, 

when  Warlock,  (ctYAoi^i',  exclaims,  behind  flat,)  Andrew  Mucklestane! 
the  clock  has  struck  !     (.4//  start.) 

Man.     St.  Bridget  defend  us  !     That  was  no  earthly  voice  ! 

And.  It  is  —  it's  Mattie  !  Ah,  he'll  gie  me  speerings  o'  the  baiiTi  ! 
Coming,  Mattie  !  —  coming  !     (//e  rushes  out,  d.  f.  c.) 

Mar.  Follow  him,  for  Heaven's  sake,  Sandie  !  —  he  knows  not  what 
he  docs. 

San.  Follow  him  —  follow  a  madman  !  —  odds  flesh  !  that's  sooner 
said  than  done.  I'll  see  the  road  he  takes,  however,  if  that  will 
please  you.  {^Exit  door  in  flat,  c.) 

Mau.  Come  ye  hither,  claild  ;  the  lady's  coming  to  herself.  (TAe 
Countess  opens  her  eyes,  but.flxes  them  on  vacancy.) 

Mar.  How  terrible  she  looks  !  Lady,  dear  lady,  do  you  not 
know  us  ? 

Conn.  Know  you  ?  —  Yes  —  you  are  tlie  murderers  of  my  child. 
But  he  is  in  heaven  now,  where  you  can  never  reach  him. 

Maxi.     Poor,  insensible  thing  !  —  her  wits  are  clean  gone. 

Coun.  See  !  he  stretches  out  his  little  arms  to  me  —  he  smiles  on 
me  —  his  smile  was  ever  beautiful  !  I  come  to  you,  my  child.  Why 
do  you  hold  me  down  ?  —  'Tis  cruel  to  keep  me  from  my  babe.  (San- 
die rushes  in  from  door  in  flat,  c.) 

San.     Here's  a  business  ! 

Mau.     Why,  what's  the  matter,  Sandie? 

San.     The  laird  !  —  the  laird  ! 

Mar.     What  of  him  ? 

San.  He's  coming  with  a  whole  troop  at  his  heels  !  —  the  countess 
will  be  carried  from  us. 

Mau.  W^e  shall  be  all  murdered! — Come  this  way,  my  lady, 
{Endeavoriny  to  lead  her  off —  she  resists.) 

Conn.     No,  I  will  meet  him. 

Enter  Clanronald,  Rutitv'en,  Murdock,  aiid  two  vassals  from 
D.  F.  c,  beariny  torches. 

Clan.  Behold  the  object  of  our  search  in  a  peasant's  cottage  !  — 
Quick  !  —  secure  her  ! 

Coun.  Ha  !  —  Fratricide  !  Dost  thou  dare  to  tear  him  from  me? 
Where  is  my  child! — my  child! — thou  infant-murderer?  {^Her 
strcnyth  fails,  and  she  falls  into  the  arms  of  IIuttiven.) 
•  Clan.  Convey  her  to  the  castle  instantly,  and  pi-epare  the  nup- 
tial rites  —  this  very  hour  shall  our  marriage  be  consummated.  — 
{Aside.)  Murdock,  to  you  I  give  the  charge  to  see  the  brat  safely 
disposed  of.  You  may  throw  him  Ijoncath  the  ruins  of  the  ablicy  ; 
there  let  him  moulder  beneath  his  father's  bones.  Away  !  (Muudocic 
boios  assent,  and  Clankonald,  with  his  train,  beariny  the  Col'ntkss, 
exeunt  through  d.  f.  c.) 

San.  Poor,  dear  lady !  my  heart  aches  for  her,  doomed  to  the  arras 
cf  such  a  bear. 

Mau.     A  bear !  —  a  Hottentot !     Ugh  ! 


IG  TJIE    W.VllLOCK    OF    THE    GLEX.  [ACT    II. 

San.     "Well,  I'll  e'en  follow  to  the  castle;  for,  hap  what  will,  1 
must  see  the  end  of  it.         {Exeunt  Mause  cmd  Makiax,  e.  h.  2  e.) 


Scene  II.  —  The  Moor,  5  G.,  by  midnight.  On  K.  H.  3  E.  the  ruins 
of  an  abbeij,  surrounded  by  a  few  withered  trees  ;  the  wind  is  heard 
at  intervals,  and  the  thunder  as  dying  .away  in  the  distance ;  lights 
down. 

Enter  Andrew,  u.  e.  l.  v..,  fearfully  looking  round  him. 

And.  flattie  !  Mattie  !  —  what  for  dinna  ye  answer  me,  mon  ? 
Is  it  creditable,  think  ye,  to  invite  folk  to  meet  ye  in  your  ain  draw- 
ing room,  as  it  were,  and  after  aw,  na  appear  to  bid  'em  welcome  r 
(The  bell,  shaken  by  the  wind,  tolls.)  "Wha  gangs  there? — speak! 
Ye  had  better,  {drawing  his  hanger,)  or,  by  the  ward  of  a  Highlander, 
ye  sail  nivcr  Avag  the  saucy  tongue  o'  ye  again.  AVhat  a  goustie  place 
is  this !  —  ony  company  war  preferable  to  this  dreadful  stillness. 
Why,  Mattie!  I  say — canny  Mattie!  bonny  Mattie!  where,  i'  the 
name  of  all  the  bogles  and  worriecows,  hae  ye  betaken  youi-sel  ?  {The 
Waulock  steals  on,  2  e.  l.  h.,  unobserved  by  Andrew.) 

]Var.     Peace !     I  charge  you. 

And.  Sae  ye  ai'e  come  at  last !  But  what  gars  ye  glow'r  a  hint  ye 
o'  that  gate  ?  —  Ye  hae  na'  brought  wi'  ye  ony  companion,  it  is  to  be 
hoped. 

War.     Murder  is  abroad  ! 

And.  {Trembling.)  Mur — mur — der  !  Y'e  dinna  say  sae!  For 
the  love  of  gudeness,  cUnna  niak'  geer  o'  me.  —  Y'e  terrify  me, 
:Mattie ! 

War.  They  come  this  way  —  the  demons  !  Retii'C  !  conceal  yoiir- 
self  among  the  ruins ! 

And.  Demons  coming  this  way  !  —  My  certes,  Mattie,  tak'  me  vn' 
ye  —  ye' re  preferable  to  a  demon  ony  day  o'  the  week.  {They  retire 
behind  the  ruins,  3  E.  R.  ii.) 

Enter  Ruthven  and  Mt'RDOCK,  L.  ir.  2  e.,  bearing  the  child,  wrapped 
in  a  large  cloak. 

Mur.  This  is  the  place  —  beneath  tho^e  stones  rots  the  father's 
body.  Come,  Ruthven,  despatch.  {They  remove  the  cloak,  and  set 
down  the  child.) 

Adel.     "Where  arc  you  taking  me  ?  all  is  so  dark  around. 

Ruth.     Are  you  frightened,  boy  r 

Adel.  I  should  be,  were  I  not  going  to  my  mother.  Pray,  let  lis 
make  haste  —  this  is  such  a  frightful  place. 

Mur.  Pshaw!  we  trifle  time.  Come,  Ruthven,  di-aw  your  pon- 
iai'd,  while  I  go  scoop  a  grave  among  the  rubbish. 

Ruth.  By  Heaven  !  he  clings  to  me  in  contidence.  I  camiot  harm 
him  ! 

Mur.  "What  !  have  you  scniples  ?  Pshaw  !  away  with  them ! 
What  beholds  us  ? 


SCENE    III.]  THE    WARLOCK    OF    THE    GLEN.  17 

War.  {Fro7n  beneath  the  abbey,  R.  h.  3  e.)  The  eye  of 
Heaven ! 

Ruth.     Some  one  spoke  !     Would  1  were  quit  of  this. 

Mur.     Fancy,  all. 

Ruth.  It  might  have  been  ;  but,  as  I'm  a  living  man,  it  seemed  the 
wai'ning  of  Glencairn ! 

Mur.     Coward !     Art  thou  afraid  of  ghosts  ? 

Ruth.  I  know  not  how  it  is,  but  my  nature  revolts  from  killing  a 
chUd. 

Adel.  You  certainly  do  not  mean  to  kill  me  !  —  and  yet  you  look 
so  fro^^•ningly.     Pray  do  not  hurt  me  !     {Kneeling.') 

Ruth.     In  faith,  I  cannot. 

Mur.  Away,  then,  thou  slave  to  conscience  !  leave  me  to  do  the 
job  ;  but  expect  not  to  share  in  the  reward. 

Ruth.  Leave  you  to  the  full  reward  ?  —  never  !  This  to  prevent 
it.  (//e  seizes  the  child,  and  is  preparing  to  plunge  the  poniard  into 
him,  ivhen  Andrew  rushes  out,  exclaiming,)  — 

And.  By  all  my  fears,  it  is  my  leddy's  bairn  !  Have  at  ye  baith, 
ye  precious  pair  of  villains  !  (^Music.  lie  attacks  them  furiously,  and 
drives  them  off,  L.  H.  2  e.  At  this  instant  the  Warlock  darts  from 
the  ruins,  snatches  up  the  child,  and  exclaiming,  "  Mine  !  mine  !  " 
rushes  out,  R.  u.  3  e.) 

Reenter  Andreav,  2  e.  l.  h. 

Ye  hae  gotten  it  now,  or  I  hae  mistaken  my  weapon  —  a  decent 
wame  fu'  o'  steel.  And  now  for  the  bairn  ;  gude  faith,  how  pleased 
his  mither  avuI  be!  Come,  my  little  dear!  {Tur?is  round.) 
Ha,  gane  !  then  Mattie  has  gotten  his  claws  on  him.  Mattie  !  for 
the  love  of  gudeness,  mon,  dinna  harm  the  child  !  Mattie  !  Mattie  ! 
Mattie  !  {Music.     Exit,  2  e.  r.  ji.) 


Scene  III.  — Another  Part  of  the  Moor,  1  o.     Lights  down. 

Enter  Andrew,  1  e.  r.  h.,  in  a  disconsolate  attitude. 

And.  It's  aw'  in  vain  !  the  de'il  a  blink  hae  I  had  o'  him  ;  he  is 
gane  —  gane  forever  I  sac  I'll  niver  waste  my  cen  with  greeting  ;  I'll 
bear  it  as  an  auld  seaman  ooght.  {Wiping  his  eyes.)  Pshaw!  this 
hulk  is  rotten,  and  the  salt  water  oozes  through  in  spite  o'  me.  (Lean- 
ing against  a  tree,  then  starting  up.)  Would  I  could  see  this  Mattie 
once  again  —  but  once!  and  if  ever  I  took  these  bull  dogs  frae  hia 
ill-boding  throat  till  I  had  shaken  aw'  the  breath  out  o'  liis  uuld 
farrant  carcass,  say  I'm  nae  Highlander. 

Enter  the  Wari,ock,  1  e.  l.  n. 

War.  {Strikes  his  staff  on  the  ground.)  What  would  you  with 
the  Warlock  of  the  Glen  ? 

And.     Ha,  you  here  !     Toll  me,  where  is  tlic  bov  r     Xac,  niver  bend 

•)  « 


18  THE   ■fl-ARLOCK    OF  THE   GLEX.  [ACT   II. 

your  scornfu'  eyes  o'  me ;  I'd  speak  my  mind,  gin  you  were  fnice  as 
frightfu',  and  that's  na'  in  nature.  —  Spo;ik  !  tell  mc  •what  hae  ye 
done  wi'  the  bairn  ;  or  I'll  ■\\Ting  it  frac  your  saul,  ye  unearthly 
mortal. 

War.     Be  satisfied  —  the  boy  is  safe  ! 

And.     But  does  he  live  r  only  tell  mc  that  he  lives. 

J  Car.     He  still  lives. 

And.  Bless  ye  —  bless  ye  !  {He  is  overcome  by  joy,  and  falls  at 
the  Warlock's  feet.')  Mattic,  ye  have  brought  me  to  ray  knees.  I 
niver  thought  to  hae  bent  sae  low  to  mortal  man,  much  less  to  — 
but  I  hae  done  !  Mattie,  ye  hae  ta'cn  a  load  o'  anguish  off  frae  ray 
heart,  and  mony  thanks  to  ye  for  the  favor. 

War.  (^Aside.)  1  can  resist  no  longer!  (^Then  icith  the  tone  of 
his  voice  and  manner  altered.')  Rise,  Andrew,  rise,  and  hear  me ! 
AVhom  dost  thou  think  I  am?  I  know  thou  say'st,  "  The  AVarlock  ! 
a  weird  recluse  ;  "  but  look  upon  me.  (^Removing  his  hair,  S<c.)  An- 
drew !  hast  thou  forgotten  Glencaim  ? 

And.  Alive! — nac,  sure  !  Yes,  but  it  is! — my  ecu  dinna  de- 
ceive me  —  it  is  the  laird  himsel !     {Kneels.) 

War.     Sly  poor,  faithful  servant ! 

And.  But  he's  alive  !  —  I  hae  him  !  I  touch  him  !  O,  my  auld 
heait  "s^ill  burst !  But  the  Countess  —  the  baina  I  the  —  ha  !  —  her  — 
her —  you,  Mattie  ! 

War.  Yes,  Andrew,  for  these  six  long  years,  beneath  the  garb  of 
misery,  have  I  ckaggcd  out  a  A^TCtched  being.  Such  were  the  terms 
imposed  on  me  by  the  repentant  who  preserved  my  life. 

And.     Your  life  r 

War.  Even  so.  When  the  fell  poniard  of  a  villain  brother  struck 
me  to  the  earth,  his  myrmidon,  commissioned  to  entomb  my  body, 
discovered  the  vital  spark  Avas  not  extinct  within  me,  and  Avith  a  soul 
less  hardened  than  his  master's,  removed  me  to  a  cave,  Avhcre,  day  by 
day,  I  gained  fresh  strength  ;  and  he  there  extorted,  as  the  price  of  life, 
an  oath  that  I  would  never  to  mortal  man  reveal  myself,  till  he  shoidd 
be  no  more  ;  that  oath  I  have  kept  inviolate,  till  yesterday,  stung  by 
remorse  for  all  liis  numerous  sins,  the  AATCtch  cxpii-ed,  and  freed  me 
from  restraint. 

And.     O,  happy  day  !  —  Then  ye'U  return  amang  us  ? 

War.  I  shall  return  to  claim  again  my  long-lost  rights ;  but  Ave 
must  proceed  Avith  caution.     Will  you  assist  me  r 

And.     With  my  life. 

War.  The  knowledge  of  a  secret  entrance  to  the  castle  Avill  aid  my 
purpose  well ;  thither  Ave  must  proceed  AA-ithout  delay ;  for  I  haA'e 
batched  a  scheme,  Avhich,  if  I  err  not,  shall  confound  the  guilty,  even 
in  the  fulness  of  their  triumph.  Come  —  but  the  child  is  safe,  is  safe. 
Come  !  {Exeunt,  l.  h.  1  e.) 


SCEXK    IV. J 


THE   WARLOCK    OF   THE   GLEK.  19 


ScEXE  TV.  —  Interior  of  a  Gothic  Chapel,  3  and  5  G.,  brilliantly  illu- 
minated. Large  c.  door,  practical,  backed  luith  altar  lighted  and  steps ; 
music. 

Enter  CLANROjrAXD,  Ruthvex,  MtrEDOOK,  and  servants,  1  e.  l.  h. 

Clan.  Ay  —  this  looks  well ;  these  nuptial  torches  blaze  with  be- 
coming splendor.  Quick  !  lead  the  countess  hither.  {Exeunt  Huth- 
VEX  and  Murdock,  r.  h.  1  e.)  Now,  now,  Clanronald,  thou  hast 
arrived  at  fortune's  pinnacle  !  —  But  by  what  means  ?  No  matter  — 
let  dotards  shrink  at  the  qualms  of  conscience ;  I  spiun  at  its  dominion. 
f  A  strain  of  music  is  heard,  ii.  h.)  Ha  !  that  peal  proclaims  my  bride's 
approach  !  —  She  comes  to  crown  my  dearest  wishes.     {Music,  forte.) 

Enter  the  Couxtess,  1  e.  e.  h.,  luith  Ruthven  and  Murdock,  attended 
by  ladies. 

This  is  well,  madam  !     I  am  joyed  to  find  that  reason  has  assumed 
its  sway,  and  you  no  longer  shrink  from  the  calls  of  love. 

Coun.  Deceive  not  thyself,  Clanronald.  I  swear-  before  these  wit- 
nesses, who  ■v\ill  record  my  words,  never  to  pronounce  vows  that  bind 
me  to  a  murderer  ! 

Cla7i.  I'll  hear  no  more  !  —  force  shall  effect  —  this  way  to  the 
altar.     {Dragging  her  to  the  c.  doors  —  she  struggles.) 

Coun.  Just  Heaven  !  is  there  no  help  ?  —  no  hope  ?  Ha,  {with  a 
sudden  burst  of  recollection,')  I  call  upon  the  Warlock  of  the  Glen  ! 

Claji.  Indeed  !  —  Let  him  appear  to  save  thee,  if  he  can,  {He  has, 
by  this  time,  reached  the  folding  doors,  when  they  open  suddenly  ;  the 
altar  is  discovered  illuminated,  before  which  stands  the  Warlock  ; 
Cr.ANRONALU  looses  his  hold  of  the  Countess,  and  staggers  back,  L.  h.  ; 
all  express  amazement ;  tableau.)     Wherefore  art  thou  here  ? 

War.  To  tell  thee  thou  hast  filled  up  the  measure  of  thy  guilt ! 
Thy  miurdered  victims  cry  for  justice  on  thee  !     Villain  ! 

Clan.  I  will  not  hear  thee  !  lloa,  there  !  —  seize  that  vile  impos- 
tor !  (Murdock  and  Huthven,  r.  n.,  advance  to  seize  him:  the 
Warlock  tcaves  them  back.) 

War.  Stand  off!  —  {To  Clanronald  on  l.  h.)  Obdurate!  dost 
thou  still  doubt  my  power  r  —  Then  will  I  raise  a  witness  thou  canst 
not,  dar'st  not  question.  Behold  !  {throioing  off  the  Warlock  habit, 
and  appearing  in  his  proper  character)  thy  brother  !  (Clanronald  is 
thunderstruck ;  the  Countess,  xoith  a  scream  of  joy,  rushes  into  the 
arms  of  her  husbaiid.) 

Glen.     !My  wife  !  —  my  Adela  I 

Clan.  Ha  !  do  the  dead  rise  against  mc  ?  Could  not  the  grave 
withliold  its  prey  ?     Why  —  why  is  this  ?     I  struck  liim  to  tlic  eartli  ! 

Thou  shalt  not  triumph  !  —  this  dagger  failed  me  once,  but  now 

{Attempts  to  stab  Glencairn,  bat  is  disarmed  by  the  Countess.) 

Glen.  Hold  thy  desperate  hand  !  and  rather,  by  repentance, 
seek  atonement  and  forgiveness  for  thy  crimes. 

(Exeunt  Cl\nronald  and  tn^o  vassals,  1  e.  l.  h.) 


{    THE   M-AELOCK   OF  THE   GLEX. 


[act   II. 


Enter  Andrew  7cUh  the  child,  l.  n.  3  e. 

A7id.  Stand  .ye  back,  there !  —  I  hae  gotten  liim,  and  I'll  gie  him 
to  liis  mither  mysel. 

Coic7i.  My  husband  and  my  child,  too,  alive !  both  alive  !  Just 
Heaven,  I  thank  thee  !  (^Music.  She  smks  on  her  knees ;  Glen- 
cairn  bends  over  her.') 


E.UTHVEN. 

MURDOCK. 

Ladies. 


Andbe-w, 
icith  child  in  his  arms. 


Adela.     Glencairn. 
CURTAIN. 


Vassals. 

Vassals. 

I..  H. 


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